Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.